Darkstone Code-Chapter 925 - 923: Escort
After coming out of the hospital room, Lynch found an empty room and dialed Mr. Truman’s number.
"I’ve got what I wanted. You can send our guest away now."
Mr. Truman laughed and asked, "It sounds like it went smoothly."
"Of course, when faced with death, people don’t have many choices. As long as they can avoid dying, they won’t hesitate, even if it’s the worst option."
After the call ended, the Security Committee received a request from the Ministry of International Affairs to send Sanchez out of the country.
Before this, he hadn’t anticipated the Federation’s reaction would be so quick and intense, nor did he know it was Lynch who reported it.
Of course, Lynch himself would never mention this matter.
While the Security Committee had yet to decide how to handle these two cases, Sanchez already had his men surrender themselves, and arranged for some lawyers to help his men secure more favorable sentencing conditions.
In the Federation, there are not only public prisons; there are numerous private prisons as well. For those criminals without money or connections, these private prisons are hell.
But for those with money and connections, these places are heaven.
Aside from not being able to leave the prison, they can do anything inside that they could outside.
Watch TV, sunbathe, enjoy the pool, surrounded by women in swimsuits, with independent rooms or even private suites.
They enjoy exquisite meals daily and have their personal fitness trainers, as long as they have money.
However, whether they can go to a private prison is not up to the criminals themselves. The Judge will decide whether to consider the defense lawyer’s arguments and allow the criminal to serve time in a private prison.
With these measures, his men openly confessed to the murders, and the future and safety of their families left in the Mariluo Kingdom were one of the reasons that prompted them to make such a decision.
Someone took the blame and found a suitable reason, temporarily relieving Sanchez of some troubles.
But at this moment, the special agents from the Security Committee received a notification, and they had to expel Sanchez.
At that time, Sanchez was preparing to contact the general in the Mariluo Kingdom. The CEO’s silence made him feel somewhat powerless. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to act; he simply couldn’t.
He thought any normal person would make some concessions under severe torture, but the CEO did not.
Neither his own torture, even when they cut out his "eggs," nor threats against his family made him relent.
With an attitude of everyone can go to hell, it really left them with no means.
Perhaps His Excellency the General would know some way to make the CEO concede, after all, they were brothers.
And he once again realized the meaning behind the CEO’s final words, this is the Federation.
Everything must be done according to the Federation’s rules, the way of doing things in Mariluo doesn’t work here at all!
He needed to make one last attempt.
As he pondered how to objectively describe what he had done, suddenly there was a loud crashing sound outside the door, and it seemed as if the entire room was filled with people.
"Raise your hands. I warn you, lift your hands above your head immediately. Do not hide your hands behind your back or in your clothes..."
"Place your weapons where I can see them, move slowly..."
"Bang..."
"Requesting medical support, a suspect is injured..."
Sanchez was somewhat stunned. Before he could react, the door to his room exploded with a loud bang, the exquisite wooden door instantly shattered into flying splinters, followed by a forceful entry.
Such an indoor wooden door can’t withstand close-range weapon impacts. A group of well-trained, well-equipped special agents from the Security Committee rushed in.
After these helmeted agents wearing bulletproof vests with the initials "Bail Federal Security Committee" ensured safety, two agents in suits walked in from outside.
It seemed that their ranks were a little higher.
The guy in the lead was in his thirties. As soon as he entered the room, he showed his credentials, "Mr. Sanchez, I am the senior operations leader of the Federal Security Committee. Since we’ve monitored your illegal activities in the Federation, I officially inform you on behalf of the Federation Government..."
The senior special agent gave a slight smile, "You and your men are expelled."
"You have ten minutes to pack your personal belongings, after which our people will escort you out of the country."
Sanchez looked at these people with a somewhat grim expression. He had messed up his uncle’s side of things, and if the Federation expelled him now, he’d lose too many points with the General.
He attempted to resist, "You don’t have the right to do this, I want a lawyer."
As he spoke, his hand pressed on the phone, but the senior special agent’s hand covered his hand on the next step.
He tried to resist, but to no avail, as the agent pressed hard on his hand.
Under such circumstances, the force required to lift upwards is far greater than the force required to press downwards. It’s not that he is incompetent; it’s that he is in an absolute disadvantage.
The distance between the two was less than a meter. The senior special agent looked him in the eyes and said word by word, "This is not a notice, but a command."
"You have seventy-two hours to leave the Federation. If you fail to leave the Federation within the stipulated time, we will prosecute you for ’premeditated kidnapping’, ’deliberate murder’, and ’hiring assassins’."
"You will never leave the Federation for the rest of your life."
Sanchez, after all, is nominally the eldest son of a major warlord in Mariluo. If the Federation rashly arrests him, it could potentially cause some turmoil.
Moreover, this major warlord has established some connections with certain legislators within the Federation Congress through some means.
Through methods like Every Moment, they donate funds to the border’s anti-smuggling squads every year and enthusiastically engage in various rectification activities, ensuring the Federation doesn’t lack voices speaking for them.
Furthermore, the Federation Government currently does not intend to interfere in Mariluo’s internal affairs, so Mr. Truman’s order is to expel Sanchez and others from the territory, which is the best solution.
Looking at the tough Federation special agents and those suddenly aimed dark barrels of the guns pointed at him, Sanchez felt highly displeased.
Yet, there was no outlet for his displeasure.
Fire at these special agents?
It’s pointless, and his actions might seem dangerous, leading to an accidental discharge incident.
Fire at the person who issued the orders?
He has no such way and does not know who is behind the Security Committee targeting him.
He could only nod reluctantly with disgust, glaring at the people in the room, "Fine, I’ll leave!"
This also meant his action this time was a complete failure. One can imagine how disappointed his father would be when he returned to Mariluo!
The senior special agent released his grip and fixated on Sanchez, "We know your identity, we know what you did in Mariluo, do not attempt to challenge the Federation’s security order."
"You better be smart!"
The senior special agent took a few steps back, "Get Mr. Sanchez and his men in the car, we need to hurry; the train waits for no one!"
As for the person who made the wrong move and was knocked down?
No one would care for him, after receiving the Federation’s free but basic medical care, he might languish with severe post-surgical complications in the Federation’s prison, slowly aging, decaying.
The convoy escorting Sanchez and his men quickly arrived at the train station. Just before they entered, Sanchez suddenly made a request, "I’d like some newspapers to pass the time if your free spirit allows me to do so."
A meaningless provocation, the senior special agent tilted his head, someone got a whole stack of newspapers from the newsstand, they could satisfy such a small request.
The train seemed to be waiting for these people, once they were on board, confined to the designated carriage, the Security Committee’s agents did not leave but continued staying there.
They were to escort Sanchez and his companions all the way to the Federation and Mariluo’s border, hand them over to the border station, and then the border station would escort them into Mariluo’s territory.
Although every nation emphasizes the value and significance of the border, in reality, the long borderlines are not so easy to guard, with various transgressions frequently happening.
Not to mention, Mariluo’s puppet central government currently holds no power, all armed forces are in the hands of numerous warlords big and small, who care even less about the border.
They only care about their own "borders," the money in their pockets, and the goods in their warehouses.
In the compartment adjacent to Sanchez’s, two senior special agents finally didn’t have to keep a stern face.
"This job is really exhausting...," one of them complained, "We need to rush from here to the northern border and back within a week, and I heard this task only counts the outbound supplemental pay, not the return."
The thirty-something senior special agent paused momentarily, then couldn’t help but complain, "Damn, are those people above capitalists?"
The Security Committee agents’ wages consist of two parts, one being the regular salary, which is actually very high.
The other part consists of various task subsidies and external duty allowances, which constitute the source of high income for agents.
Perhaps one’s day’s salary might merely be twenty bucks, but tasks like today’s combat with additional external duty income might be around a hundred bucks.
The other agent who brought up the topic sighed, "Oh, have you heard, Darkstone Security’s all allowances have increased again..."
Their faces were smothered with envy, jealousy, making both suddenly lose the motivation to continue chatting.
Previously, without much comparison, everyone felt that working for the Federation’s violent agencies was a good job, though sometimes dangerous, the pay was high.
But ever since Darkstone Security emerged, such comparisons easily lead to despondency, as Darkstone Security’s subsidies are already the highest in this field.
Higher base salary, better treatment, higher various subsidies, and a minimum of three days, maximum one month paid vacation post-mission.
Many people are leaning towards Darkstone Security, even considering it as one of their primary choices.
